The Closet

The Closet

It’s interesting; what’s found in a word;
take the word; closet; for example;
a place to pray; and not be overheard;
so our closet space must be ample.

A closet is a place for our coat and hat;
or to store most anything;
a space with

Treasures Of Trash

Treasures Of Trash

Many spend their life; accumulating treasures;
until life, itself, turns into ash;
expecting to enjoy many endless pleasures;
such, are the treasures of trash.

Diamonds or pearls; does it really matter;
then, why not the riches of gold?
All things physical; God will soon scatter;
over such;

When Goodbye Means Hello

When Goodbye Means Hello

This life is traumatic for everyone;
no one gets out of it; for free;
all must face our final setting sun;
while our bodies become debris.

Many think they’ll meet face to face;
with their Master, and Lord of All;
some wish others could take

What's Next

What’s Next ?

Two wives eventually left me;
one, by divorce; the other; death;
was it all, as it was intended to be;
I barely can catch my breath.

My life has been a carnival ride;
I’m scarcely able to hold on;
expecting to have a wife at my

Truth Of Consciousness

Truth Of Consciousness

Who keeps records of all, said and done;
supplying them for everyone’s needs;
who decides what has been lost; or won;
reporting; who fails; or succeeds?

Does life contain some lasting purpose;
or, must it live; only to die?
Is there permanance neath the surface;
a

A Memory Called Faith

A Memory Called Faith

Few understand what faith really is;
they think it’s a wish or a hope;
a temporary feeling of comfort and bliss;
enabling that they might cope.

Others consider that faith is an energy;
a connection to God, above;
the Master and soul; in synergy;
two

Love Perfected

Love Perfected

Who can solve this mystery called life;
determine its foundaation and purpose;
why must we endure heartaches and srife;
must truth always hide, neath its surface?

Not a soul in this earth is now completed;
each is a work; still in progress;
failures on earth don’t make

Just A Memory

Just A Memory

Where do we go; when this life ends;
do we dissolve; like all of our trash;
or, are we the compost; that descends;
as our flesh is converted to ash?

What is the difference; one to the next;
does consciousness last for infinity;
our future; beyond death;

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